37. Frisk and I caught Toriel on the phone. Presumably with Asgore. We eavesdropped for awhile. We saw some blushes and giggles, but I'm sure they're just trying to make amends. Toriel and Sans are WAY too happy together and that's not going to change any time soon. That isn't a bad thing, though. Having Sans as a parental figure is nowhere near as excruciating as I thought it would be and maybe if Toriel and Asgore were able to develop a mutual respect for each other, maybe I'd get to see Asgore more.
But, sometimes I have these flashbacks where it was just me and my parents. And Chara. How we used to tell each other stories by the fire and eat butterscotch pie... I used to enjoy that.
I remember that one time Chara and I competed over who could tell the better story. I always tried to tell these stupid silly stories that my parents laughed at because they felt sorry for me. I thought it was great... until Chara told me otherwise. When Chara went up, she'd tell stories of the surface world and the humans in her village. Now that I think about it, she always tended to exaggerate things. But she always had a horror element to her stories, too. My parents and I would get so scared. Sometimes I wouldn't sleep for days!
However, as time went on I thought I would try and bring the best story every night. I tried really hard to give the funniest most exciting story ever. My parents would always laugh at them, but Chara always shook her head. She said I was trying too hard.
Then one day, we were playing in the dump when something fell on top of me. When I picked it up, it was a book called "Mad-libs", which had all of these silly stories that made no sense at all. But boy, did they make me laugh! I thought it was just what I needed for a thing that fell from above.
Later that night, I decided to go up right after Chara. I read the book out loud, laughing my way through, but my parents got ...confused. But Chara thought it was funny. She laughed. She actually laughed! I was so excited! I asked her how I did and... she was laughing AT me. Not with me. She said, "Now you're REALLY trying too hard!"
Things like that sometimes play through my mind like ancient melodies, sound drippings, and the screams of thousands of monsters as I beat them to death. Ha Ha...
Along with sets of numbers. Lines of dialogue. They flash before my eyes vividly. As if I was still trapped underground.
Why am I even reminiscing these things? I'm supposed to be putting that all behind me.